While waiting for the ferry I met Baldrick, well that’s who he reminded me off. He was from Berlin and heading to Stockholm. At least I think so as he knew as many English words as I know German ones. Lord knows how he managed with the weight he was carrying.

I can certainly see why Gotland is so popular and a World Heritage city. The old part is surrounded by the old City walls that date by to the 12th century. If only the weather would cooperate. It’s the first time since England I’ve pulled out a coat as the wind has a keen edge to it, particularly as the showers zip by.



 

It is Friday evening and already I can hear some rather off key singing in the near by pub, definitely wouldn’t make the preliminaries of “Sweden’s got Talent”. I suspect they’ll be some sore heads in the morning.
Two days without cycling, I am beginning to get fidgety ….